Today I stopped at Mockingbird cafe in Bay St. Louis, Mississippi. As I pulled up on the gravel a young southern belle with blonde hair and blue eyes looked up, helplessly responding to my energy from a distance. She was sitting outside in the shade. A nursing text book, and all sorts of papers spread on her table. I walked past her, feeling her gaze following me to the door. Inside two of her friends were in line to get there coffee. One had on a white lacy knee high skirt, revealing long pencil legs. She had big shiny black hair, and medium large breasts. A perfect feminine body. I could feel her legs wrapping around me like snakes. While I was losing myself in the rapture of her large soft breasts. Her friend was a not so attractive chubby blonde. As I walked into the line behind them, they both broke their conversation and turned to greet me with smiles. Waiting hoping to gain my attention. They continued to gaze at me, as I scanned the menu. The tension was to much for the southern raven.
“Where are you from?”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m only here till Sunday.”
“You’re leaving tomorrow?” She asked counting on her fingers. Her eyes were troubled. Her blonde friend looked on longingly.
“I am.” With that I ordered my coffee. Chatting up the older, but still energetically attractive barista.
“Me and my friends are going to go hang out at my Daddy’s place on the beach. You want to come?”
“Sure. Your daddy won’t be mad that your bought home an arab boy?”
She hesitated, and then smiled naughtily. “He will be, when I tell him, but he’s not home rite now.” She put her coffee down, wrapped herself around my arm, completely forgot her friend, and began walking me home. As we passed her other friend outside. I noticed her shyly and helplessly looking on. I stopped, fixed my gaze on her, and held out my other hand. She winced, as she hopped out of the chair and ran to take my hand. I walked down Citizen St, toward the beach with two young white southern Belles. It was obvious to everyone that both of them were already dripping, ready and getting readier for me. As all the Mississippi country boys watched on. The nicest stroll of my life.
Syed Jillal Ali
Ps. Don’t try this at home. Southern men will shoot you to protect their dignity. Imagine me putting a collar around the neck of there little girl, and her best friend Marry Sue, and proceeding to fuck them real good on top of the confederate flag they had flying proudly outside their door.